“Hello.”
“Let’s go out in the winter garden. We won’t be in the way then,” she mumbled, then turned to the maid. “Please skip the upstairs bedroom then, alright? I’ll be going upstairs soon to lie down.”
“Shall I change the sheets?”
“No, thank you. They’re fine.”
They walked into the winter garden and sat down in the wicker chairs. She looked expectantly at András.
“Here we are. Now tell me why you came.”
“What are you hiding in your bedroom? Bloodstains maybe?”
“You’re out of your mind. This isn’t a crime scene.”
“No. I just sensed something… in your voice.”
“What? Look, I’d like to go back to bed… I’d love to talk, but I’m really tired.”
“I know that he… hurt you.”
“No.”
“Yes, he did. I’m sorry that I only put the puzzle together so damned slowly. You can say I’m stupid, an i
